Tuesday, April 17, 2007


It was late last night when I drew my book near.
Leo the Lion was prancing across the the sky.
We turned the radio on to let someone else choose our dream time melodies.
Between the oboe and the flute they told the tale.
I had tears.
I offered my kindness.
I sent forth blessings.
Somehow may we find comfort.
We are all connected.

1 comment:

Sheila said...

I think more than a few tears were shed in Virginia last evening.
May they know peace..